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<p style="font-style:italic;">Many years ago, probably while stationed at <a href="http://www.nsa.gov" target="_blank">NSA</a>, I sat down and wrote this poem while coming up with content for the <a href="http://www.meade-704mi.army.mil/index_files/Page333.htm" target="_blank">741<sup>st</sup> MI BN</a>'s newsletter, for their Memorial Day edition. Since then it has also appeared in the Ocean View, DE <a href="http://www.legion.org" target="_blank">American Legion</a> newsletter, the Ocean City, MD <a href="http://www.vfw.org" target="_blank">Veterans of Foriegn Wars</a> newsletter, and an abbreviated version on <a href="http://www.poetry.com" target="_blank">Poetry.com</a>. I thought the content was still fitting for this Veteran's Day, a gentle reminder to thank all of my brothers and sisters-in-arms who put their lives on the line in the name of freedom.</p><div style="text-align:center;font-weight:bold;">
On this late spring
day I walk through<br />
A Field of Stones,<br />
that go on as far as the eye can see.<br />
And remember.<br /><br />
He was just a boy when he left,<br />
with stars and stripes in his eyes.<br />
And he looked to become<br />
a fine young man,<br />
there in his uniform,<br />
marching off to a forest,<br />
or a swamp,<br />
or a jungle,<br />
or the desert,<br />
to fight the good fight,<br />
and do what was right,<br />
for his country.<br /><br />
He died at night,<br />
or day<br />
or twilight,<br />
in a little battle,<br />
in a big war,<br />
for freedom.<br />
The victim-his mother.<br />
His killer-his brother.<br />
He was, for the love of God,<br />
a Hero.<br /><br />
And now he lies<br />
in a Field of Stones,<br />
as far as the eye can see.<br />
But I remember.
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PoetryReflect Upon Your CountryWho I AmSat, 11 Nov 2006 11:25:00 -0000https://www.cutterscrossing.com/index.cfm/2006/11/11/Field-Of-Stones